Today I opened Pandora’s box… again. I had a sense of what was happening when I first saw its contents. Now I’m hurt again by seeing the contents a second time. Should I say something? In all honestly, I’ll just internalize it.

This would be my “Great American Novel”.

(Source: grottu)

Thought the darker spots were spider eyes.

(Source: ima-trendy-tripster)

whiskeynbeer:

hey jake

Man-butts are hott!

(Source: poisonparadise)

Dear self,

angel-face:

This is a must.

I’m curious as to what you’re doing with your life. Did our interaction change you in any way? A large part of me wishes that I never drove out that March evening and ended up bumping into you.

How can I start a career in the 3rd largest city in the US? Why didn’t I leave to start it when I had the chance.

Sidenote: I should have transferred in to Columbia. 

tyrannosaurushigh:

Schwester der Magnoliengewächse 

I feel so alone and useless today. I’ll probably feel the same way tomorrow.

I would quit my job, but I don’t have any other prospects.